Chapter 1
Time: April-20XX-Tuesday-Evening Location: Abihara residence
"Kentaro!"
A bit groggy as if he had been in a deep sleep and had just woken up, Kentaro Abihara slowly focused on the home he was supposed to be living in for the next year. It was a bit plain, the walls were an unpolished white, the living room had only a couch, (due to a certain "upgrade") and the kitchen only had the basics in terms of a fridge, counter, stove, and sink, along with a couple of cabinets. It was located on the second floor, so there was a balcony and a pretty impressive view of the city he was to resign in.
"Eh Hmm" an irritated woman who seemed to be in her 20s to 30s spoke out.
"Eh, sorry I zoned out what did you say" Kentaro already owed her for this chance and was not going to continue to make things worse.
"It is fine, I guess for a place like this it's still too much for an adolescent." She readjusted her glasses before continuing "I would like to remind you that due to the agreement made with social services, you are to enroll into a nearby high school and have a stable job if you want to take care of yourself."
The way she had said reminded Kentaro of the fact that if he didn't want to get sent back to god knows where, he'll have to play upstanding citizen for the rest this year. I'll do anything then go back to the system. Even if it means my supposed fresh start will get boring and bland.
"Understood" he said with mixed frustration and certainty.
"I understand how this must be hard, especially for someone your age, just be careful and good luck" the woman grabbed her jacket and proceeded to the door. Just before she left she turned around and spoke one last time. "I really hope we don't meet again Kentaro Abihara '' She then proceeded to go down the steps and drove off down the streets.
As the social worker left, Kentaro sat on the couch in the now empty apartment. With a sigh he laid down and let sleep consume him. Wondering what this city, and more importantly, school life would bring him.
Time: April-Wednesday-Early Morning Location: Junbon Elite High
With a name like that I expect everyone to either be pompous, rich, or highly intelligent. Maybe even all three! It was a decent walk to the high school he was enrolled in, but it just gave Kentaro more time to sight see a little. Seeing as how he'll be living here for the next year he decided on making sure he knew his way towards, and from the school. And Yet, there is never any correct way to go. I could easily get lost if I'm not careful huh. As he continued to check out the streets and make his way to the school, he bumped into someone causing both of them to fall.
"Yeoch!" "Hey, maybe this is one of those chance meetings I've seen in anime and such. Oh, man I hope it is a really cute girl!" The owner of that energetic voice quickly scrambled to his feet in an effort to look cool to whoever was in front of him.
"Hello milady-" As he said that he found himself looking at a carbon haired man instead of a "cute girl" He looked down and a bit of disappointment appeared on his face.
"What am I not cute enough?" Kentaro gave him a retort as he rubbed the spot on his head when he bumped into the headband teen. A headband, I know fashion is subjective, but at least wear an actual hat instead!"
The teen sigh but ultimately was surprised when the aforementioned headband helped him up.
"Sorry, got my hopes up, you alright man?" A surprising contrast to how energetic he was before, he now spoke a more apologetic and sincere tone.
"Yea nothing too bad, thanks" As Kentaro took his hand a weird feeling took place but ruled it out due to a headache.
"Well names' Itsuka, Itsuka Myoshi in my second year at Junbon." He took a second to look at Kentaro's own outfit. "I guess so are you if the wristband is to go by anything. Nice to meet ya!"
" Yeah, nice to meet you too, I'm Kentaro Abihara, also a second year. Transfer student to Junbon."
"Well, Abihara-san, just to make things clearer, Junbon is not a super elite school unlike what it's called. It's got harsh teachers and studies, but overall I can assure you no one is truly an "elite". You'll get along great I'm sure of it!" The enthusiasm Itsuka spoke with made Kentaro feel that it might just be true.
"Well I hope so"
"Trust me, this year will be one you won't forget!" The two boys soon made their way towards the school making small talk about how that troupe in anime never becomes true.
Time: Wednesday-Morning Location: Class 2-A
The sounds of students hang around and chattering to themselves always made Kentaro feel left out. Not because he was a loner, or he didn't have friends (albeit the latter was true) he always felt the need to listen in when others were speaking, of course this time someone he met was here to disrupt these thoughts.
"Nice we're in the same class. I just hope we get lucky with the homeroom teacher as well. Don't want Ichihara-sensei".
"Why who's Ichihara-sensei?" Kentaro looked at Itsuka expectantly.
"Only the most grumpy teacher you've seen. Having him as a homeroom teacher would be just as awful as-"
"Just as awful as what Myoshi-san?" A man wearing a simple dress shirt and pants asks with a smile fitting an interrogator then a teacher.
"Uh.. Nothing Ichihara-sensei!" the headband teen fidgets and squirmed under the teacher's blood curling gaze.
"He he, Myoshi-san is getting chewed out by Ichihara-sensei again." "better him than us, remember last time?" "Oh man, getting chewed out by Ichihara-sensei is like being arrested." "how do you know that?" "quiet!, he is looking this way" "man he looks pissed."
The way the other students talked felt as if this was a routine that often happened at Junbon. Kind of weird that the other students are just talking nonchalant even after being told that this specific teacher is harsh. Even though Kentaro thought this he just walked to the front waiting to introduce himself as a transfer student.
"Alright settle down, today we have a transfer coming to our "prestigious" school. Now you seem ready to go ahead and introduce yourself".
"Hello, my name is Kentaro Abihara, I'll be in your care" Yea a simple introduction. Nothing fancy and things might go alright.
What Kentaro didn't expect was the fact that the class simultaneously welcomed him. A gesture that not many kids or even adults show.
"Yea yea, alright, your seat will be next to Kizugawa, just focus on your studies, and you'll pass fine"
A warm welcome, window seat, meet someone new, maybe this year won't be so bad. Kentaro soon focused on the day's lessons as he looked forward to his new life.
